Memoir and the Imagination



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I’ve been spending some time lately wandering through cemeteries, chasing down departed ancestors. I particularly love the old country graveyards, some of them alongside small churches, some of them on hillsides along gravel roads, some of them only accessible by driving through a farmer’s barn lot or down grassy lanes between cornfields. The stones are sometimes so worn that I have to trace the letters with my fingers to make out the names of the dead. My great-great-grandmother’s stone has fallen to the ground and most of it is blackened from the elements, but still at its top her name is perfectly legible, Elizabeth J. Beneath that name, I trace the letters etched into the stone and make out the last name, “Martin.”

Her daughter, Nancy A., lies beside her, dead at the age of 21 in 1861. Elizabeth’s husband, my great-great-grandfather, John A. Martin, rests in another graveyard a few miles to the south. I’d always wondered why they weren’t buried together. Now a posting on tells me that his second wife, Eliza French Phillips Martin, insisted that he not be buried next to Elizabeth. This is a story I never heard in my family.

John Martin married Eliza when he was 70 and she was in her early thirties. They went on to have four children together. The word is this second marriage caused some strife within John’s first family, caused some of his children to relocate to a distant southern county. All families have these secrets, these stories, the ones they’d rather not be public. Woe to the family that has a memoirist born to it. The past will never be protected. If we decide to tell it, we have to tell it all.

But what about the value of not knowing everything when it comes to the writing of memoir? How can our ignorance pay off when we tell family stories? How can we use the absence of information to lend a richness to our memoirs?

When I wrote a book called Turning Bones, I reconstructed and imagined the stories of my ancestors. In my imagining, I began to create my long-gone family members as I chose to have them, staying true to the facts that I had and using them to suggest an imagined life. I imagined the story of Elizabeth’s death and how John must have carried that with him. I imagined the story of his romance with Eliza. In the process, each choice of invention that I made revealed more about me than about the actual people with whose lives I was taking liberty. Working with what I didn’t know, then, and filling in the gaps with my imagination became another way of fleshing out the complications of my own character. Had I known too much, who’s to say what that would have closed off in my exploration of the self.

We tell the whole truth about ourselves in memoir by not letting ourselves off the hook, by looking closely, by being honest, by being willing to treat ourselves with the same level of deep investigation as we do others. Sometimes, though, we do this work by having just enough fact to suggest an imagined life. That imagined life becomes a way of revealing more of our own lives. When my fingers trace the letters in hard-to-read gravestones, I find the name, “Martin,” in those long-ago etchings. When I go looking for my ancestors and their stories, I find myself.




  1. Eileen LaCanne on July 6, 2015 at 11:27 am

    I love to read what you write. You alway give me an idea and I want to sit down and start writing! Do I do it? No! The desire is there, but the “get up and go” isnt. Maybe some day. But I’m not getting any younger and feel I probably don’t have your talent anyhow. Have enjoyed your books so far. Do you have a new one in the works?

    • Lee Martin on July 14, 2015 at 10:08 pm

      Hi Eileen. I have a new novel, “Late One Night,” coming out in 2016. Thanks, as always, for your good words.

  2. Sheri Levy on July 6, 2015 at 12:01 pm

    Fun Post! Made me think about what I’m working on- If you use your imagination and write things that are made up, is it still a considered a memoir?

    • Lee Martin on July 14, 2015 at 10:09 pm

      Hi, Sheri. Thanks for reading my blog and for taking the time to leave a comment. Memoir has to have its base in fact, and if you imagine something you have to be clear with the reader that that’s what you’re doing.

  3. Jayne Martin on July 6, 2015 at 12:43 pm

    This is wonderful, Lee. I so want to know about my (absent) father’s side on my family. I may have just enough info to imagine the rest. Thanks so much.

    • Lee martin on July 7, 2015 at 1:15 pm

      You bet, Jayne. Good luck with your imagining!

  4. Christine Hemp on July 7, 2015 at 4:51 pm

    Spot-on, Lee. How beautiful! I just saved it to use in my classes.

    • Lee Martin on July 7, 2015 at 6:42 pm

      Thanks, Christine. Hope it proves useful.

  5. Tina Neyer on July 8, 2015 at 12:27 pm

    Lee, thank you for this post. My current project is a story about my parents’ short life together. They married in 1950, late in life, and went on to have three children. I am the youngest of the three. My father died 4 months before I was born.

    The struggle with the project is: what do I call it? Is it fiction, ‘creative’ non fiction?

    The story holds true to the bones of their life together but much of what adds color and content is manufactured based on the period of time, the place my father lived, and an innate sense of who he was based on who I am. Dialogue is completely made up, but the way my father laughed is based on something someone told me. Where he may have traveled is difficult to know, having done extensive research in directories at local libraries in place he was known to have lived.

    The point you make about your story of your ancestors holds true for me as well. I learned so much more about myself than anything as I breathed life into this man on the page, took him from 2 dimensional pictures to a 360 degree view of him.

    I appreciate your words. Tina

    • Lee Martin on July 14, 2015 at 10:11 pm

      Hi, Tina. Let others worry about what to call it. I imagined much of my memoir, “Turning Bones,” but I had a rationale for doing so. My family left little behind in the way of letters, etc. So I used the facts I found to imagine lives for them. I tried to stay as true to what the facts suggested as I could, and I was always clear with the reader when I was inventing.

  6. Amy Sprague on July 30, 2015 at 9:40 pm

    I think the most satisfying part about writing is the honesty–and when you write with total honesty you are revealed to yourself and the memoir starts to take shape. More questions come up, more curiosities, more stories.

    • Lee Martin on July 31, 2015 at 10:49 am

      That’s so true, Amy! We have to be honest about others, and above all, about ourselves. Thanks so much for reading my blog and for taking the time to leave a comment.

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